Sometimes you need different glasses, sometimes you need different tinting and sometimes contacts just don’t work.
I suddenly got so depressed that I wanted to just kill myself. My life was good, there was no reason to be feeling that way and I was a horrible person for being so depressed. My husband forced me to see a therapist. She gave me a script. All it did was make me tired all the time. He forced me to go back and she gave me something else, which wired me up so much that it was like my speed freak days. I stopped taking that and he forced me to go to a different therapist who did lots of blood work and gave me something different that worked almost right away.
Do you have anyone who can force you to do this? I know that its hard to work up the motivation, sometimes it does take someone else being mean to you to get you dressed and in the car.
(PS Nava, have you noticed that our story is already almost written already?)
I think we’re missing about 40K words, but yeah. It’s all filler. Heck, we can fill a few pages just with the descriptions of what our heroine is wearing and not wearing at different spots.
Can you say “heck” where overly’s daughter is looking?
Thanks for the well wishes. At this point, I’m counting the minutes until my next dose of Phenazopyridine. It takes the pain away. It’ll be nice to sleep for more than a few minutes.
As for my daughter, I think she’s probably turned the corner - her fever is gone and she spent a lot of the evening bored senseless, which is as it should be for a kid at home on a school day.
Well, seeing as how the exotic, raven-haired beauty is currently sitting at a battered library computer, muttering to herself in Spanish about the slow internet connection…I’d guess she could say heck and nobody close would know
At this point in the story, the dusky polyglot researcher is covering her ample curves with a slightly dirt stained lab coat and the librarian is of course wearing a high collared lace blouse with a pastel colored jacket.
Back to our regularly scheduled ranting. We stopped at the storage place today and opened 4 boxes. Everything went into the trash. My beloved butthead thinks that there will be things of value to find. There is NOTHING good in there, if it was of value, you wouldn’t have let it sit in storage for over 5 years. I think he’s going to go to Nebraska next week just so I don’t have to put him out of my misery.
Damnit. I wish checkout people would just mind their business. I have cat food amongst the myriad of things I’m buying at Target and the checker asking me about my cats devolves into her telling me she’s moving and how much is it to drop a cat off at the shelter. :mad: Fuck you, bitch. I did not need my happy splurge of a little tax refund money wrecked with stupid, ignorant, dumbass questions by yet another disposable pet moron - in the last three minutes of said happy splurge.
Just. Fuck. Off. :mad::mad: Fuck. I was looking forward to this trip for a week. Had a list and everything.
Don’t you wish you could just go off on people out in public like you want to? I was standing in line in the pharmacy, and it was absolutely jam-packed with people. A woman came in line behind me and started huffing because heaven forbid she had to stand in line, and I smiled and said, “Welcome to Monday.” And she snarled back at me, “Welcome to Obamacare. It wasn’t like this before Obamacare.”
I wanted to ask her, “So it was much more convenient for you when people were dying from lack of health care?” But I just held my tongue.
Yesterday morning, Tony sent a text message to his regular orthopedic surgeon - something along the lines of “thanks for sending me to that jackwagon, LOL.” Tony didn’t expect a return phone call, but Dr. N called back to commiserate. He also said that he’d already written his reply to Dr. Incompetent’s report - even before Tony’s actual visit, because he already knew what the report would say.
I love Dr. N. I’d love him even if he didn’t quote “Airplane!” and Monty Python and Mel Brooks movies during appointments, but that’s a total bonus!
When she asked how much it costs to abandon kittehs at the shelter, you should have answered, “Your soul, your humanity, and any chance of going to Heaven.”
I got my hopes up about our tax refund this year. $1000 would be so awesome to stick in our savings and finally refill our emergency fund after my car accident last December. But it seems we haven’t actually taken care of all of my husbands’s federal student loans. When Husband had graduated from trade school, having taken on about $40k in debt, he found himself a job and made payments easily. Then the recession happened and he was unemployed for many months. All his loans went into default and we are still picking up the pieces. The good news is that the largest chunk is being taken care of directly but he had two other loans that were small but annoying. The worst is that Husband kind of refuses to take control of the situation and ignores it. It’s been very stressful. I can’t check on my own how much he still owes.
I and not sure who I am really pitting here. We owe so much and spend nearly $2000 a month making payments to our student loans. I just feel like I’ll never dig out of theis mess.
I know, I know, I am a whiny, entitled millennial.
Yeah, I do and have, but only when I’m anonymous enough for my behavior to stand on its own. Unfortunately in last night’s case, I had already told her where I work. If I had said what I wanted to, I would have been saying it as a representative of the shelter at that point, and it would have been bad. And loud. And involving insults and swearing. So I kept my trap shut.
That’s the hard part. Once they know you work (or in my case volunteer) at the shelter, that’s when they tell you how they need to abandon their pet or start asking you to save their neighbor’s neglected yard dog. Then you can’t say what you’d like.
My catrant: my wife and 23 year old son were staying with my mother (who was 96) and promised her that they would find homes for both of her beloved cats. Then she died, and no one wanted to adopt two (declawed) adult cats- everybody wants kittens, of course. In the end my son had to bring the cats here to Mexico, which cost more than his round trip ticket. It took a while for the cats to get accustomed to being able to go outside to explore the gardens but eventually they did and became friendly with the five rescued cats we already had.
Then one of the neighbor’s dogs got loose, and got into our garden. The other cats climbed trees and hissed at the dog, but Tina the Tabbycat couldn’t climb, and the dog caught her and killed her.
I’d love him even if he didn’t quote “Airplane!” and Monty Python and Mel Brooks movies during appointments, but that’s a total bonus!
Thankyouverymuch.